Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jun 19, 2008 20:48:14 GMT -5
Application: Penna
Status Being Applied For: Gold rider from the past
Reason for Wanting this Status: to cause trouble
Sample Post, including this Status:
Penna frowned, trying to sort out why the wall she'd just run into had a voice. As she looked upward and tried to focus her eyes, however, she discovered it also had a face. It was a man, not a wall, and he was scowling down at her from below thick black brows.
She clutched the half-empty skin of Benden closer to her ample bosom. A wall wouldn't deprive her of her wine, but the monster of a man, he was a brown rider, oh, Shells, what was his name, anyway....
Her chin doubled as the junior weyrwoman looked down with a scowl, trying to puzzle through the names of all the brown riders at Ista.
The deep booming voice descended again, drowning out the blaring sounds of music and celebration behind her. It held a touch of distaste in it, though the overtones were polite enough. “Penna? I asked if you needed assistance finding your weyr,”
The woman tossed her golden head, which barely reached the man's chest, and her short curls bobbed slightly. The act practically toppled her backward, and a pair of large hands on her pudgy shoulders kept her from falling. She shrugged them off. “How DARE you insinuate that I need help! I am perfectly capable of finding my own weyr, thank you very much!” She tried to shove past the man, but found herself wedged between him and a wall ... a real wall, this time. She was silently thankful for that, as she tried to hide the fact that her movement had tilted her precariously sideways.
The rider stepped back, still frowning, though a twinkle of amusement was in his eyes. “Pardon me, then, I'll leave you to yourself.”
As he walked away, blocking out the blazing light from the festive dining caverns, Penna continued on her way.
Lovey? Oh, Plianth, my Lovey? Where are you, darling, Penna wishes to take a little ride. I must get away from this insufferable, insulting place.
I am EATING! The gold dragon snapped back, obviously annoyed at being interrupted. She, like her rider, had been drowning her own sorrows.
Oh, Lovey, please don't be sad, the woman crooned her thoughts toward the enormous queen as she stumbled toward the feeding grounds. Rocks and walls and fences showed up as fortuitous handholds as she staggered, tipping the skin to her lips occasionally to wash down her grief. My pet, my darling, it's not your fault that little upstart, that overgrown flitter, that....
Why!? The dragon cried out dramatically, Why does SHE lay a clutch of thirty when mine were never more than ten!? Why can SHE lay a queen egg on her very first flight?! Oh, the insult, oh the pain! Once again another has climbed the ranks above me!
Penna was close enough now to see the large puddles of blood, bits of messy skin and fat, and scraps of bone that had been her dragon's most recent snack. Four? It looked like the remains of four herdbeasts lying there ... her wine-fuddled brain tried to think of what this meant, tried to tell her that once again she'd allowed her dragon to glut, tried to remember what the danger might be....
Oh, my darling lovebug, please don't cry so. You are far better than any of those wherryheads! You are large and formidable! Why, should ever dragon fight dragon, none could ever be your better! You are the most wonderful....
I am a FAILURE! Plianth cried out, accenting her pain with a roar that gurgled around the throat-full of meat and blood she was trying to swallow.
Now, now, Lovey, you'll choke, the rider soothed, as she reached the dragon, and began stroking her bloody foreleg as she once again raised the wineskin for a long swallow. As she tipped her head back, she suddenly found herself on the ground.
My One! My One! You are injured! I have failed you, too! The dragon whined, nudging her rider with a blood-smeared muzzle.
“No, no, Lovey, I am fine,” Penna said aloud. “I was just a little tired....” She sat up, her head spinning, and took another swallow. “We should take a ride, Lovely. Let's go to the shore.” she said, her words lisping through the wide gap in her teeth, “We always love swimming in the sea, it always makes us feel better.”
If dragons could sniffle, the huge queen would have done so, and wiped her nose on her sleeve for good measure. Yes, a swim, I'd like a swim -- I am all sticky, Plianth said morosely, and bent a knee for her rider to scramble aboard.
Had Penna been willing to let go of the wine, the task would have taken far less time, but eventually she was astride her queen, and the great dragon's huge wings labored to lift them skyward. With her gullet full of meat, hide and blood, she was belly-heavy and brain-light, however, and it took a waddle and stagger to the edge of the weyr bowl, where the lake spilled over the edge in a high fall of water, to get her airborne. Fortunately, Plianth's wings were sufficiently powerful, from having lifted her bulk for so long, to catch a thermal as they dropped, and carry them skyward.
The sea, the sea ... now where was that sea? Penna's vision doubled, tripled, blurred with the wine. Three glowing red points were on the horizon ... the Red Star? Three Red Stars? How strange, how could there be three Red Stars?
This was the thought in Penna's mind as she gave her dragon the command to go between.
An enormous-in-every-way gold dragon appeared from between above the lake of Araelen Weyr. Who was this queen, and how on Pern did she get here?
The gold had come out of between low, and practically fell rather than flew to the north edge of the lake. She landed heavily, with a grunt that echoed around the bowl. The rider on her back, a short, pudgy woman with close-cropped gold curls, appeared to be injured, as she flopped forward onto her dragon's neck ridges.
However, before one might have a chance to rush to her aid, the woman sat up, shook her head, and tipped a wineskin to her lips. She wasn't hurt ....
She was drunk!
Suddenly a shriek of anger burst forth that must have raised a few neck-hairs at Araelen....
“Frozen! My wine is frozen! A flask of superb Benden, ruined!”
Status Being Applied For: Gold rider from the past
Reason for Wanting this Status: to cause trouble
Sample Post, including this Status:
Penna frowned, trying to sort out why the wall she'd just run into had a voice. As she looked upward and tried to focus her eyes, however, she discovered it also had a face. It was a man, not a wall, and he was scowling down at her from below thick black brows.
She clutched the half-empty skin of Benden closer to her ample bosom. A wall wouldn't deprive her of her wine, but the monster of a man, he was a brown rider, oh, Shells, what was his name, anyway....
Her chin doubled as the junior weyrwoman looked down with a scowl, trying to puzzle through the names of all the brown riders at Ista.
The deep booming voice descended again, drowning out the blaring sounds of music and celebration behind her. It held a touch of distaste in it, though the overtones were polite enough. “Penna? I asked if you needed assistance finding your weyr,”
The woman tossed her golden head, which barely reached the man's chest, and her short curls bobbed slightly. The act practically toppled her backward, and a pair of large hands on her pudgy shoulders kept her from falling. She shrugged them off. “How DARE you insinuate that I need help! I am perfectly capable of finding my own weyr, thank you very much!” She tried to shove past the man, but found herself wedged between him and a wall ... a real wall, this time. She was silently thankful for that, as she tried to hide the fact that her movement had tilted her precariously sideways.
The rider stepped back, still frowning, though a twinkle of amusement was in his eyes. “Pardon me, then, I'll leave you to yourself.”
As he walked away, blocking out the blazing light from the festive dining caverns, Penna continued on her way.
Lovey? Oh, Plianth, my Lovey? Where are you, darling, Penna wishes to take a little ride. I must get away from this insufferable, insulting place.
I am EATING! The gold dragon snapped back, obviously annoyed at being interrupted. She, like her rider, had been drowning her own sorrows.
Oh, Lovey, please don't be sad, the woman crooned her thoughts toward the enormous queen as she stumbled toward the feeding grounds. Rocks and walls and fences showed up as fortuitous handholds as she staggered, tipping the skin to her lips occasionally to wash down her grief. My pet, my darling, it's not your fault that little upstart, that overgrown flitter, that....
Why!? The dragon cried out dramatically, Why does SHE lay a clutch of thirty when mine were never more than ten!? Why can SHE lay a queen egg on her very first flight?! Oh, the insult, oh the pain! Once again another has climbed the ranks above me!
Penna was close enough now to see the large puddles of blood, bits of messy skin and fat, and scraps of bone that had been her dragon's most recent snack. Four? It looked like the remains of four herdbeasts lying there ... her wine-fuddled brain tried to think of what this meant, tried to tell her that once again she'd allowed her dragon to glut, tried to remember what the danger might be....
Oh, my darling lovebug, please don't cry so. You are far better than any of those wherryheads! You are large and formidable! Why, should ever dragon fight dragon, none could ever be your better! You are the most wonderful....
I am a FAILURE! Plianth cried out, accenting her pain with a roar that gurgled around the throat-full of meat and blood she was trying to swallow.
Now, now, Lovey, you'll choke, the rider soothed, as she reached the dragon, and began stroking her bloody foreleg as she once again raised the wineskin for a long swallow. As she tipped her head back, she suddenly found herself on the ground.
My One! My One! You are injured! I have failed you, too! The dragon whined, nudging her rider with a blood-smeared muzzle.
“No, no, Lovey, I am fine,” Penna said aloud. “I was just a little tired....” She sat up, her head spinning, and took another swallow. “We should take a ride, Lovely. Let's go to the shore.” she said, her words lisping through the wide gap in her teeth, “We always love swimming in the sea, it always makes us feel better.”
If dragons could sniffle, the huge queen would have done so, and wiped her nose on her sleeve for good measure. Yes, a swim, I'd like a swim -- I am all sticky, Plianth said morosely, and bent a knee for her rider to scramble aboard.
Had Penna been willing to let go of the wine, the task would have taken far less time, but eventually she was astride her queen, and the great dragon's huge wings labored to lift them skyward. With her gullet full of meat, hide and blood, she was belly-heavy and brain-light, however, and it took a waddle and stagger to the edge of the weyr bowl, where the lake spilled over the edge in a high fall of water, to get her airborne. Fortunately, Plianth's wings were sufficiently powerful, from having lifted her bulk for so long, to catch a thermal as they dropped, and carry them skyward.
The sea, the sea ... now where was that sea? Penna's vision doubled, tripled, blurred with the wine. Three glowing red points were on the horizon ... the Red Star? Three Red Stars? How strange, how could there be three Red Stars?
This was the thought in Penna's mind as she gave her dragon the command to go between.
An enormous-in-every-way gold dragon appeared from between above the lake of Araelen Weyr. Who was this queen, and how on Pern did she get here?
The gold had come out of between low, and practically fell rather than flew to the north edge of the lake. She landed heavily, with a grunt that echoed around the bowl. The rider on her back, a short, pudgy woman with close-cropped gold curls, appeared to be injured, as she flopped forward onto her dragon's neck ridges.
However, before one might have a chance to rush to her aid, the woman sat up, shook her head, and tipped a wineskin to her lips. She wasn't hurt ....
She was drunk!
Suddenly a shriek of anger burst forth that must have raised a few neck-hairs at Araelen....
“Frozen! My wine is frozen! A flask of superb Benden, ruined!”
